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Oct 2018
I'm on a bungee it feels like
diving head first
falling into the unknown
.
.
.
You hold the bungee tight in your hands
but I'm sick
to the stomach knowing
this could be the last time
.
.
.
.
I see you
.
.
.
.
.
Please
.
.
don't
.
.
let
.
.
.
go
.
30.10.18
RedD
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RedD  47/F/UK
(47/F/UK)   
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